Chapter 571 I Am Not Mentally Prepared

"It's a good thing that the ministers are a little afraid." Fucang said, "They are afraid of those powerful officials and corrupt officials who have no fear of heaven and earth and do not take the king seriously. If they are brave, the king's hands will be stained with blood. Killing will always be It’s not a happy thing.”

Chu Qinghuang said nothing and looked out the window. It was another good weather today.

But it's cold outside.

The sun has been shining brightly for several days in a row, and the snow has almost melted. It is not cold when it snows, but it is cold when it is snowing. I feel warm and cozy when I sit in front of the window, and there is a heater next to me. When I go out, the cold wind is biting, and the biting chill goes straight to my heart.

Wen Zhan came here despite this cold wind.

His black boots left footprints in the snow, and he stepped a few times in front of the palace. He took the towel from the palace man's floor and wiped his hair and face carefully. Someone came forward and wiped his shoes clean with a cloth.

After his whole body felt refreshed, Wen Zhan stepped into the palace door and saluted from a distance: "See Her Majesty the Queen."

Chu Qinghuang asked: "Is it cold outside?"

Wen Zhan was stunned. He didn't expect Her Majesty the Queen to call him over, and the first thing she said was to ask him if it was cold outside.

"It's quite cold." He answered truthfully. "Your Majesty is in a special physical condition now. It's better to stay in the palace for safety. Be careful not to catch the cold."

Chu Qinghuang hummed: "There is a stove here, come over and bake it."

Wen Zhan was stunned again.

He glanced at Chu Qinghuang suspiciously, then turned to look at Fucang, wondering what kind of medicine Her Majesty the Queen was selling in this gourd.

Why are you so gentle to him today?

Although Her Majesty the Queen seemed approachable, Wen Zhan couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Is it possible that His Majesty plans to enrich the harem?

If this is really the case, it seems that the imperial husband Fucang was not very successful.

"Your Majesty asked you to come over and bake." Fu Cang frowned when he saw that he was standing still, "Didn't you hear what Your Majesty said?"

Wen Zhan sighed and walked over obediently.

The palace servant came forward and handed him a small spoon, and Wen Zhan took it. Just as he was thinking that he should stay away from His Majesty, he saw Chu Qinghuang pointing to the stove at his feet, "Just sit here and bake, it will keep warm."

Wen Zhan's expression became subtle, and he hesitated again and again. He slowly placed the small dumpling by the stove, glanced at her, sat down slowly, and reached out to grill it on the charcoal fire.

"Actually... I'm not too cold either." Wen Zhan cleared his throat. He always felt unsafe being too close, mainly because the eyes of the royal wife seemed to be staring at him all the time, which made him at a loss. "Although I don't have much martial arts skills, I Good, but the bones of the body are still strong and can withstand the wind and cold.”

Chu Qinghuang leaned on the couch: "I won't eat you, why are you nervous?"

Wen Zhan sighed: "I am worried that the royal wife will become jealous and give me small shoes."

"No." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "You are not young anymore this year. Has your family started urging you to get married?"

Wen Zhan was silent and nodded: "I urged you."

"Is there a girl you like?"

Wen Zhan was silent again. Her Majesty the Queen wouldn't really want to stuff him into the harem again, would she?

"Not yet."

"Prince Rong has just entered the palace." Chu Qinghuang got straight to the point, "He wants you to be his son-in-law."

What?

Wen Zhan stood up in shock. When he looked up at Her Majesty the Queen, he realized that he was too close and took a step back in a hurry: "Prince Rong?"

Chu Qinghuang nodded.

"The little princess of Prince Rong's Mansion?"

"Um."

Wen Zhan was silent for a moment and frowned slightly: "Your Majesty should know that I am not worthy of a little princess."

How could King Rong suddenly have such an idea?

"Prince Rong just likes you, and the little princess has no objection."

Wen Zhan sighed quietly: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I feel that this incident is too sudden and I am not mentally prepared."

"It doesn't matter, you can go back and think about it slowly, and then you can reply to Prince Rong after you think about it." Chu Qinghuang said, "Prince Rong wants me to grant you a marriage, but I feel that marriage is not something that can be forced, so I will give it to you." Matchmaker, I don’t care about the others, I don’t care, you make the decision yourself.”

After all, Wen Zhan can be considered one of his own. Although Chu Qinghuang thinks this marriage is good, she will not force him to do anything he doesn't want to do.

Wen Zhan frowned: "How come Prince Rong likes me?"

Chu Qinghuang smiled and briefly explained Prince Rong's considerations, "To put it bluntly, he just wants his daughter to marry a relatively simple and reliable husband, without conflicts between wives and concubines, without intrigues, without all kinds of complicated things." Conflict of interests.”

Wen Zhan understood.

King Rong is indeed a low-key and thoughtful prince, who even considers the marriage of his children in such a long-term way.

Don't seek grandeur, just simplicity and tranquility.